I recalled this memory.I was five or six it was the middle of morning when I hear my Mother moaningin the lowest of voicesas to not wake my Brother or me.“Please John, don’t hit me again.”“Please don’t hurt me.”Please….Please, you are hurting me.”It has been sixty-five yearssince that memory.Still every once in a whilethat memory returns to haunt my very soul.My Father came in late that night.He had been drinking.

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Early this morning, my wife and I discussed memories from our childhoods at length. Both my wife and I had Fathers who were drunks. We both agreed that we both spent a greater part of our lives attempting to overcome the short comings of our parents.

Great to hear from you. Thank you so much for your very thoughtful comment. Most of my poetry work is about my own journey. Hopefully, in sharing it with others via the WordPress blog program, many will be healed, as I have been healed thru the Love of my Lord and Savior.

oh the kids going back in their childhood only to recall the horror…but you and your wife have been blessed with real human spirit, a spirit that learns from past and builds future that is strong and full of love 🙂
Have a lovely day 🙂

It is my belief that we have horror in our lives in order to have a greater contrast of the beauty of our lives. Thank you again this day for your many positive comments on my poetry work. You are awesome!

I felt it necessary this morning to reblog this post. The memory is as clear today, as it was then. It pointed out to me, that we can overcome our parents and some of the horrors we had to overcome in our own lives in growing into maturity as a person. Lord, thank you for this day and knowing love from others this day.